The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Tomorrow's coming

I am getting a little anxious about baptising Ffion tomorrow. I keep asking myself: how hard can it be? All I have to do is dunk her without knocking her head on the wall, drowning her or falling in myself.

Oh dear.

I tried to get her a present in town this afternoon. I only thought of it today but I knew what I wanted. Unfortunately that wasn't a good thing as no-one had it. Even though I walked around town 4 times re-visiting all the same shops just in case I'd missed it first time round.

One man said he had it in his back room but wasn't getting it out until Tuesday.

Not getting it out till Tuesday? That reminds me of London shops that used to say they couldn't get the last remaining pair of jeans, shirt etc out of the window because it would spoil the window display....